Zhao Youtian's face looked ugly. Under the eyes of the crowd, he couldn't even touch the edge of Qincheng. He shouted loudly.

The six flying swords flashed with shocking light, and they all flew out, like six streams of light, constantly sprinting around Qincheng.

Everyone was also touched by the heartstrings of their hearts. Qin Cheng's body movements were even more illusory, but the six flying swords were breathing everywhere, trying to completely block him.

puff!

After Zhao Youtian's long attack, a flying sword finally passed through Qincheng and a light sound came.

"Successful." Zhao Youtian was happy and was about to control it again, but suddenly he saw that Qin Cheng's body disappeared like a bubble.

"What?" Zhao Youtian was stunned, but before he could react, he saw a figure suddenly appear in front of him.

Zhao Youtian's back suddenly became tense and was shocked.

When will Qincheng escape from the encirclement of his sword formation?

Qin Cheng waved his palm and continued to magnify in Zhao Youtian's pupils.

Bang!

A crisp sound rang throughout the audience. Zhao Youtian, who had been attacking for a long time, was slapped and fell to the ground with a bang.

The audience was silent, and everyone stared wide, a little shocked.

Zhao Youtian came up with the Zhao family's unique sword formation. With six high-grade flying swords, he couldn't even touch the edge of Qincheng, but instead he was slapped in the face.

This is completely contrary to what everyone had expected before.

On the high platform, several of the other saints of the Taoist Sect and the Tianjiao List also changed their expressions.

Zhao Ding looked at his younger brother falling to the ground and hummed.

The two saints of Feng Cao's family were full of surprise.

Dong Tiancheng smiled slightly, as if everything was as expected.

Zhang Junyi was equally calm as water, without any change.

Jiang Yingxue's beautiful eyes blinked, and the colors continued.

Just in this round of Qincheng, the huge gap between the Holy Sons can be seen.

"Zhao Ding, if your brother doesn't use real means, I'm afraid your Zhao family will be embarrassed today." Zhang Junyi looked at the side with a playful look on his face.

Zhao Ding's expression changed slightly, and there was no response.

"I'm also curious, what exactly is sealed in those six swords?" Dong Tiancheng also said lightly.

Everyone's hearts moved, and Zhao Youtian seemed to have no tricks.

"You will know soon." Zhao Ding took a deep breath and said.

On the ring, Zhao Youtian covered his cheek and stood up, looking at Qin Cheng in disbelief. He never expected that he would be the first to be the one who was hit on the ring.

"If you only have this level, then next time, I will be more than just slapping your face."

Qin Cheng's expression was Wubo, and his mocking tone made Zhao Youtian feel angry and his body trembled.

"Don't think you can ride on me by attacking me with a sneak attack. Just because you want to beat me? It's still a long way to go!"

Zhao Youtian shouted loudly, and his body's breath suddenly burst out, forming a wave of air rolling out and sweeping around.

Qin Cheng stepped on the ground with his toes, floated and then retreated.

"Seal open!" Zhao Youtian shouted softly, and the six flying swords returned to him and began to tremble violently.

Black air spread out from these flying swords, condensed and deformed in the air.

On the platform, all the masters were calm and looked at the black air mass.

A terrifying aura continued to rise as the black gas condensed, and finally reached its peak.

When the black gas condensed into a human form and finally showed its terrible power, there was a sound of air conditioning sound in the audience.


Chapter completed!